and should probably have stayed there

guys, i have something to tell you.

my mental health is very bad right now.  i am not doing well.  i can barely take care of myself and luckily i live at home so i don’t rot away.

my chest hurts even saying this. but rose might have to stay somewhere else for awhile.

i am not giving her optimal care or attention.  she’s not out as much as she should be because im constantly fatigued and messed up.

my friends boyfriends friends dad, he rescued a ton of birds where rose is from, and he said they can probably take her.  they’re amazing people, they adopted 15 cockatoos and they have a huge farm and space.

i’m also sure when i’m better, i can take her back.

but the truth of the matter is, rose needs the company of other birds.  and the truth is, i need to do whats right for her and myself. 

i am constantly itchy with hives when rose stands on me and i think its an allergy. her screams trigger my anxiety and i get extremely disorientated and foggy and its like i cannot comprehend anything around me. i am getting therapy soon for this and changing my medication.  but she doesnt deserve half the love she deserves to get.

you know how much i love her, and i mean this is still up in the air.  but im going on hiatus for awhile while i sort this all out.

i love rose so much, and i know you all do too. but i’ve got to do whats best for us.

i want you to all know i did not forsee this happening to me.  please, no negative comments. i need all the support i can right now.

thank you.

anonymous asked:

I love the idea of Yukari sending Fushimi lots of expensive skincare/beauty items in hopes of wooing him, how would Fushimi react/would he accept Yukari's advances?

Yukari would probably send him those even without romantic pretense, he just wants to make sure Fushimi’s amazing smooth skin stays perfect and beautiful. Maybe Yukari developed a bit of a crush during Fushimi’s time in jungle, like Yukari took one look at Fushimi and could see that if only he could make this kid care about his hair and his skin then Yukari would have a real beauty on his hands. And since beauty is to Yukari the number one most desirable feature in a significant other he pretty much decides that perhaps he should pursue Fushimi a bit, like sure Fushimi betrayed jungle and helped kill their King but that’s nothing compared to that amazing pale skintone. Fushimi is very confused when the first package of beauty care products arrives at Scepter 4, accompanied by a romantic note from Yukari. The first time Fushimi gets a package he probably assumes this is some kind of trick and the products are sent to be checked over for poison, eventually it comes back that no, these are all perfectly normal – albeit expensive and high end – beauty products. Fushimi still doesn’t want anything to do with them though and just has them sent to the women’s dorms where they can all take their pick of products.

For the next few weeks though Fushimi starts getting more packages and I think he’d be more pissed than anything. Like even if he talked to Yukari at some point and Yukari made it clear that this is a sign of love Fushimi is just having none of it, he doesn’t trust Yukari and he has no interest in beauty products thanks. But then maybe one day he can’t help but be curious and he uses like some of the face wash, the next day his skin is so baby smooth and he feels so rejuvenated and he has no idea why. He tries the stress relief night face cream next and has the best sleep of his life. Soon Fushimi’s all torn because he is finding himself enjoying all the shitty beauty products and Yukari’s probably taking the sight of Fushimi in makeup as an acceptance of his advances, while Fushimi himself is just like I hate this face cream and I can’t stop using it.

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a soft and beautiful man and the sharp asshole that lives in his house

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NIPPLE TWIST

[HEY BRISKEBY]

ELIAS: What’s up everyone. This is unfortunately our last Hei Briskeby video.. PSYCHE!

ADAM: This is not our last one!

ELIAS: Never! Yousef went to Turkey, like you know, but in the meanwhile we have a stand-in. He deserves an introduction.

MUTASIM: Okay, ready? Okay! Come on! We’re starting slow.

ELIAS: Yeah, yeah.

MUTASIM: Great, okay boys. Who is coming?

MIKAEL: What the fuck?

MUTASIM: Who is coming? Who is it? Who is it?

ELIAS: Oh my God who is it? Are you ready? Hold on!

[YELLING AND SCREAMING]

ELIAS: Yes! As you can see, we have the one and only Even back!

ADAM: In the gang.

EVEN: It’s good being back.

ELIAS: It’s good having you back.

ADAM: In the squad.

EVEN: It was nice to be invited.

ADAM: It’s always nice!

ELIAS: So, finally back. What is it?

ADAM: An alarm, bro.

MIKAEL: Trump is bombing Norway.

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look i know this may be hard to hear but drag belongs to the LGBTQ+ community, no one else. it’s not for 14 year old straight girls who think they somehow belong in the queer community because they find some drag queens hot. and now i’m seeing so many of y’all getting butthurt about Trixie saying she didn’t start doing drag to fraternize with children, but guess what? she literally didn’t. and those of y’all acting like you’re the reason she’s making money are mostly underage and unable to actually go to her shows, where she makes her living. y’all following her on twitter, blogging about her on tumblr, and buying some of her merch ain’t doing shit. 

and i’m guessing if she’s used that “joke” so many times it’s probably because it isn’t a joke. and the other half of y’all trying to act like you know everything about drag have been watching drag race for what 2-3 seasons?? have never been to a drag show, only know of drag queens who have been on drag race, and only stan queens you find hot out of drag. 

the straight people in this community/fandom are always the ones i see be the most vocal which is absolutely insane to me. some of y’all should just keep blogging about your favorite queen and stay silent some times. it’s not always necessary to add the input of a straight teenaged girl. 

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If you want to keep reptiles or really any animal please read this.

This leopard gecko was kept by someone I know who, despite loving him very much, did not spend time researching his care. Therefore they did not know that he needed calcium and d3, they also did not know how much heat he needed. 

Because his owner didn’t know to provide these things for him he developed MBD (metabolic bone disease) and a respiratory infection along with a huge amount of shed collecting on his feet.

He has seen a vet and is on antibiotics and vitamin supplements, while he will probably survive he will never walk well again and has already suffered far more than any creature should.

This could all have been avoided if his owner had done research and provided for him everything he would need to stay healthy and happy. There is no excuse for not researching the care of a pet you are going to be responsible for. Just a simple google search would have prevented this little guys suffering.

Please take the time to learn about any animal you are going to be responsible for, they cannot get themselves what they need to stay healthy that is up to YOU. Love is not a substitute for proper care.

Edit: this was posted with the owners consent

Prints

Summary: You and Sam leave your mark on the Impala.

Word Count: 2300

Warning: Smut, dom!Sam, dirty talk

A/N: Just something that happened. Enjoy! XOXO

“Is that a foot? Is there a footprint on the window?” Dean glares at the window through the rearview mirror, and you shift a little in the backseat to avoid his gaze.

It’s foggy and damp out, exactly the kind of weather that makes the windows fog up no matter what you do, and the three of you are piled in, ready for your next adventure.

Except there’s a footprint on Dean’s precious car.

And you know exactly where it came from.

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→ nudes, not flowers | 02

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

☆ pairing → Hoseok x Reader x Jungkook

genre → smut, fuckboi!au

warnings → … voyeurism + exhibitionism, dom!junghope, power play?, dirty talk!!!, jealousy, demeaning names during sex, the threesome, & probably other warnings byE 

word count   → 10.4k 

You’re not supposed to fall for Jung Hoseok and his repertoire of awful pick-up lines—but you do. The problem is: he’s afraid of commitment, and bolts at the idea of settling down. After that, you decide to stay far away from fuckboys, but his friend decides to test your new found resolutions.

or : Jungkook wants to see how far he can push Hoseok until he snaps

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a/n; okay…so… this is just porn, but if you squint, there’s kind of a plot. you should probably start with pt 1 if you haven’t already!! 
+ shout out to the mutuals who encouraged the filth fest in this part esp @gxtsmxt @itsrainingmin !! we can have a prayer circle later to cleanse our souls
+ also tomorrow is my one month anniversary on tumblr :’)) thank you so much for all the love i’ve received this past month  ♡

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Hickeys | Jeff Atkins Imagine

Anonymous said: hii, could you possibly do a imagine where the reader is like really freaking shy, especially when jeff gives her hickies 😂 but then he like comfort her about it say that the reader doesn’t have to be shy? basically just a really sweet and loving jeff. thank you! 💓

your p.o.v ━

you were currently walking down the hall with one of your close friends, hannah baker. you were both quietly chatting about the long school day you had, both thanking god that it was friday.

as the both of you neared your locker, you saw your tall boyfriend jeff, leaning against it with a tired expression on his face.

“hi love,” he said, approaching you with open arms and a tired smile. you walked right into his strong arms, instantly wrapping your arms around the middle of his torso.

you were too short to reach his neck, even on your tiptoes. once you felt his arms wrap around you, he pulled you as close as possible against him mumbling a tired, “i love you.”

you grinned, pulling back a bit and tilting your head to gaze up at him. “i love you,” you whispered, biting your lower lip as both of your eyes stayed locked on each other.

“um, i should probably get going,” hannah laughed, making your eyes snap towards the brown haired girl, but you stayed in your position with jeff nonetheless.

“we still gonna go eat lunch tomorrow?” you asked, a small smile spreading across your plump lips. she nodded, “for sure, just text me when you wanna go.”

your eyes lit up, “absolutely,” you said, feeling jeff’s hands slowly make their way up and down the small of your back, rubbing you softly. you leaned your head down against his chest, still staring at hannah as she turned to leave.

“have fun you two!” she yelled, making her way out of the school. it was truly a blessing that there wasn’t a lot of kids left in the halls, most of them leaving as soon as the bell rung.

“you need anything in your locker?” you heard jeff mumble, then you felt him lightly kiss the top of your head.

you nodded, “yeah, come on,” you said, feeling your chest tighten as you pulled out of his strong embrace. he grabbed your small hand in his rather large one, walking towards your locker with you right on his heel.

“you still have practice?” you questioned, knowing you would have to walk home alone.

jeff sighed, “yeah, we didn’t have practice on wednesday so coach is making us practice today.”

you pouted, “that sucks, i wanted you to come over,” you said, stopping right in front of your locker, then quickly focusing on opening it. you sucked at opening your locker, usually jeff or hannah doing it for you since you always messed up the combination.

you felt jeff’s eyes on you, watching you struggle, but you were determined to open it this time on your own.

it took you a good three tries, before finally hearing the lock click as you swung your locker door open. “finally!” you huffed, rolling your eyes. you heard jeff’s deep chuckle, making your eyes snap up towards the jock. “what?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing in question.

he shook his head, “nothing, nothing. you’re just so adorable,” he said softly, giving you a toothy smile. you blushed, turning your head back towards your locker and getting the book you would need to do your homework over the weekend.

“you’re handsome,” you spoke softly, almost mumbling. you were always shy around jeff, but he didn’t mind. in fact, that was one of his favorite things about you, besides your laugh. your little laugh drove him insane, always making him laugh with you even if nothing was funny.

you tensed up slightly, feeling your boyfriend move behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. jeff leaned down, placing a small, but gentle kiss against your sweet spot. you ran your tongue over your lips, tilting your head to the side, your eyes fluttering close.

“i’m going to be so late to practice,” he breathed against your neck, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he started harshly sucking on your sweet spot.

your eyes snapped open, before you relaxed your entire body, causing your full body weight to lean against jeff.

a soft, little moan escaped your wet lips, jeff’s arms traveling to your stomach, lifting up your shirt and gently letting his fingers stroke over your stomach.

this instantly caused you to release a small giggle, your body squirming against him. he laughed too, giving your neck a final kiss before pulling away, as if nothing ever happened.

you looked around nervously, not seeing anyone besides you and jeff, which you were thankful for.

you turned to look back at your boyfriend, noticing his eyes already on you with a small, cheeky smirk on his lips.

you avoided eye contact with him, feeling your face heat up. “you shouldn’t have done that,” you huffed, trying your hardest to look annoyed.

jeff laughed loudly, his laugh echoing throughout the hallway. “you’re so stubborn love,” jeff teased, while looking down at you with twinkling blue eyes.

you glared at him, “how am i stubborn?”

“well,” he started, “the fact that you’re so stubborn about me giving you a hickey because of your supposed ‘shyness’ for people seeing it makes you stubborn,” he stated, his tone sounding smart.

you felt yourself tense, a small frown appearing on your face. you couldn’t hold it in, you started rambling uncontrollably. “look, jeff, it’s not that i don’t want you to give me hickeys, it’s just that i don’t want people seeing it and then later on thinking all we do is-”

jeff suddenly cut you off, his lips pressed roughly against yours. you kissed him back, putting as much passion into the kiss. you felt jeff’s tongue swipe across your bottom lip, almost begging to invade your sweet, little mouth.

you opened your mouth slightly, both of your tongues swirling around one another’s, searching each other’s mouths. you moaned, letting the thick textbook that you had in your hand drop to the floor, making a loud sound as the book hit the floor.

you jumped, gasping as jeff pulled away, his eyes swimming with lust and most importantly, love.

“you don’t have to worry about anyone else’s opinions,” he whispered, his lips wet with your saliva. “it’s just you and me baby,” he continued, staring you dead in the eyes.

your heart melted, a small smile spreading across your lips. “i love you,” you whispered, your hands making their way up his chest, then moving towards his shoulders, gripping them tightly.

jeff smiled, “i love you most.”

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this is my first imagine for this blog, and there will be plenty more to come! also, please be patient, i have over 25 requests that i need to do, and all will be up asap! thank you!

Transcript - the one and only

Text conversation between Sana & Jamilla. 

5/7 2015

Jamilla: I heard you are gonna go to Nissen?

Sana: Yeah! It will be nice but a little stressful too. No one I know will go to that school. But you go there. Good to know a third-grader.

Jamilla: I will watch out for you. <3 Just as I did at Urra.

Sana: Aw, thank you. <3 You were my angel in 8th grade. Hopefully I won’t end up in a class full of racists.

Jamilla: Inshalla.

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Warm

Time for some more whump! It’s Day Two- Hypothermia!

Lance and Keith (read: klance) go to an ice planet.

why do i only ever hurt lance


“Figures,” Lance grumbled. “Stereotypical ice planet. Why couldn’t the rebels have lived on, I don’t know, a tropical island? The entire known universe and we can’t stumble across some beach residents in need of rescue?”

“Lance,” Shiro’s disapproving voice sounded over the coms. “The two of them gave me their only ship. Which means we’re helping them. They’re part of a freedom fighter organization, maybe they can help us.”

“Yeah, okay, but why do I have to be the one that gets sent down here? I’m from Cuba! This is way, way below comfortable temperatures for me.”

“Quit whining,” Keith snapped, glaring at Lance over his shoulder. “Our armor’s designed to keep us warm, and this is below comfortable for anyone. And pick up the pace.”

Lance rolled his eyes, but jogged to catch up to him.

“Sorry, Lance, but the red lion is the best at withstanding extreme temperatures. And it’s smaller, and faster than the other lions, so it can better navigate the terrain,” Shiro explained.

“Wish I had help navigating the terrain now,” Lance muttered under his breath. The two of them were currently struggling through over a foot of snow. “And that doesn’t explain why I had to bring Keith with me.”

“Because going on solo missions to unknown locations is how you get killed,” Pidge pointed out. “Star Wars? Hoth? Luke almost getting annihilated by the abominable snowman? Any of that ring a bell?”

“Quiznaking ice planets. Why are we out of the lion anyway, Shiro? Red’s warm. Do you want us to freeze to death and then have to hide inside the body of a space camel?” Lance’s voice was dripping with sarcasm.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Star Wars, Keith. Remind me to marathon it with you when we get back to Earth. My niece loves those movies, and she’ll eat all the popcorn, but it’s worth it. Trust me.”

“Would you two take this mission seriously?” Shiro asked. Lance could practically see him rubbing his temples exhaustedly. “I know it’s not exactly high-stakes adventure, but these guys saved my life. You’re not going to go prancing around the planet in your lion and accidentally destroy their hideout.”

Prancing? Shiro, I don’t prance, I'm—”

“Lance, look,” Keith interrupted him and pointed out towards a large stretch of ice before them. It would’ve been a lake, had the planet not had such low temperatures. “Pidge, is that the direction we need to go?”

“Yep,” she told them. “The hideout’s not far from the opposite side.”

Keith sighed. “We’ll have to go around.”

“Woah, what? Keith, that lake is huge! It’d be so much easier to walk straight across,” Lance protested. “I’m not about to freeze to death while we take the scenic route.”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, that’s ice, dumbass. If it can’t support our weight and breaks then we really could freeze to death! That water’s gotta be a lot worse than this.”

“I’m not an idiot, Keith, I know that. Pidge, if I send you a scan can you see if it’ll support us?” Lance asked. Pidge made a noise of affirmation, and Lance used his armor’s scanner to send an analysis of the ice to her.

“It looks pretty thick,” she mused. “I wouldn’t jump up and down or start hacking at it with your bayards if I were you, but you’ll be able to walk across.”

See?” Lance smirked at him. “What’d I tell you? It’s fine.”

“Shouldn’t we, I don’t know, check the lake? What if there’s a… space octopus in there, or something? Or a shark? I mean, they wouldn’t normally live in lakes, but this isn’t Earth so who knows? Are space alligators a thing?” Hunk spoke so fast it was almost difficult to understand.

“Hunk, you’re rambling,” Lance observed with a fond smile. “But don’t worry. The top of the lake is frozen, so they wouldn’t be able to breathe, right? Let alone get to us. If it makes you feel better, I’ll do a full scan of the lake.”

“Nope. No animals down there,” Pidge confirmed a few moments later. “Now would you two hurry up and cross?”

“I still have a really bad feeling about this,” Keith mumbled.

Lance turned towards him with a grin. “We are so watching Star Wars together. In fact, we should see if they have it at the space mall. But sorry, Keith, if you want to go the long way, be my guest. I’m not going to wait any longer than I have to.”

“He really is the true pilot of Red,” Pidge sounded as if she was trying to repress a laugh. “Impatient as all hell.”

Hey!” Keith and Lance exclaimed at the same time.

Pidge snorted. “Just get going already.”

Lance wasted no time in starting out across the lake. He was several paces ahead of Keith, who still hesitated to step out onto it. As he was about to continue forward, Keith stopped in his tracks. He could swear he saw something dark moving below the ice, but Pidge had scanned the lake for life, hadn’t she? It must just be his imagination. He started forward again, but just then the ground shook, and the ice in front of Lance exploded.

He let out a strangled yelp, stumbling away from whatever had just burst out of the lake. Keith could hear the frantic voices of the others in his ears, but it all descended into white noise as he saw the vine that had broken through the ice wrap around Lance’s legs.

He rushed forward, but it was already too late. Keith watched as Lance was dragged into the hole made by the creature, and plunged into the freezing lake.


The water was murky, and dark. Lance could barely see, all he knew was that something was dragging him further and further down into the depths. He didn’t have time to activate his helmet properly before water was rushing into his lungs.

He felt the grip of whatever held him tightening on his legs, and though he tried to kick he couldn’t break free.

Lance forced himself not to panic. Panicking wouldn’t help him. So he collected his thoughts, summoned his bayard, and pointed it down. He still couldn’t see anything, but with luck he’d hit the monster, not himself. He moved his finger to the trigger, aimed for what he hoped wasn’t his leg, and fired.

Judging by the shriek of pain and how the hold on him loosened, Lance guessed the laser met its mark. He kicked upwards immediately, swimming quickly to the surface. However, with limited eyesight and dwindling oxygen, his hands met nothing but ice. Panic started to overtake him again as he desperately scrambled to find the hole which he’d fallen into.

Lance was just starting to give up hope completely when suddenly a hand snagged around his wrist and yanked him to the side, and up to the surface.

Lance sucked in a breath, coughing the water out of his lungs as he collapsed onto the ice. His vision was foggy around the edges, but he could see well enough to notice Keith kneeling over him, breathing heavily.

“Are you okay?” he demanded, hands hovering over Lance’s form. “Are you hurt?”

“What—” Lance coughed again. “What was that… that thing?”

“I… I didn’t scan for plants,” Pidge told him apologetically. “In my defense, I had no idea there would be some crazy strong… Venus flytrap-ish monster living here.”

Now will you listen to me when I tell you something’s a bad idea?” Keith asked, sounding way to relieved to actually come off as angry.

Lance gave him a shaky smile. “I c-could ask you the… the same, S-samurai.”. Keith tensed immediately.

“Why’s he talking like that?” he asked. “He’s… breathing weird, too. And shivering. Pidge, what—”

“Keith. Scan. Now.” Pidge’s voice was suddenly alert, and when Keith complied, she cursed. “Hypothermia. I should’ve guessed. Keith, get him back to the castle. He should be fine, but he needs a pod. Allura and I will come back to the planet in Blue later.”

Keith nodded, picking Lance up in his arms as if he weighed nothing at all, before rushing towards Red. “Hang on, Lance. You’re gonna be fine.”

“You.. you were r-right,” Lance admitted around chattering teeth. “That was a… very b-bad idea.” His eyes started to slide shut.

“Wh— no, Lance, you have to stay awake. C'mon, keep your eyes open. We’re almost there.”

“’M sorry, Keith, b-but it’s… it’s freezing, and you’re r-r-really w-warm,” Lance mumbled, closing his eyes and leaning his head on Keith’s shoulder. “I think… I’ll just take a little n-nap.”

“Lance, no, you’ve got to—” Keith started insistently, but Lance had already passed out in his arms.


Lance fell unceremoniously out of the healing pod, but was luckily caught before he collapsed onto the floor. He looked up to meet Keith’s dark eyes, and promptly groaned. “So, I guess we had another bonding moment.”

Keith bristled. “That’s all you have to say? Not ‘thank you for saving my life?’ After your stupid decision-making skills got you put in a pod for the… how many times has it been now?”

Lance ignored him. “Where are the others?”

“None of them wanted to stay overnight, because, again, you’ve been in this pod way too many times,” Keith told him, unsure if he should point out that Lance had made no move to step back, so Keith was still supporting the entirety of his weight.

“And yet you stayed,” Lance grinned. “Guess I should probably start listening to you, huh?”

“Guess so.”

Lance’s smile turned quickly into a smirk. “Well, that’s too bad, since we both know that’s never going to happen.”

Keith scowled, prepared to drop Lance onto the floor. He would have to, if Lance hadn’t leaned forward at that exact moment and kissed him.

It didn’t last long, but Keith was blushing furiously, anyway. It was nice to see that Lance looked a little flustered, too, though.

“Thanks,” Lance said softly. “For saving my life.”

“Um,” Keith started, brain still trying to understand what was going on. “Did you just— you and I— is this— what?”

Lance laughed, finally stepping back from Keith and turning to walk out the door. “I’m going to go get some food goo, if you’d care to join me.”

Keith watched him go, and stammered out a few more incoherent sentences before rushing after him.

Gladio, Iggy and Noct are on their roadtrip when they come across a bunch of cars spread across the road
Battered and smoking
Some have been flipped over the barrier, people littering the ground as well as bodies of beasts and the black sludge that’s a telltale sign of demons

All the devastation converges on one car somewhat down the incline so they decided to check it out

Theyre almost on the car when a shot rings out and only Gladio’s quick reflexes saves them as he gets his shield out and up

‘W-who goes there??’

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Zach asking you to sleep over at his house - Part 2

A/N: Sorry on such a long wait for this imagine. I hope that it was worth it though. Enjoy my lovelies:)


The final bell rings, signalling the end of class and also the end of the school day. You start packing up your things with shaky hands, your nerves getting the best of you. It’s Friday today. Which means it’s the beginning of the weekend. This also means that you will be going to Zach’s house, staying there for the next couple of days.

You have been able to stay calm and collected the next few days after he had asked you to sleep over at his house for the weekend, but right now you can’t help but start to feel really antsy. 

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below thunder showers

sci-fi au
inspired by billie marten’s heavy weather.
fanart commissioned to the incredibly talented @kimnomster. check out her beautiful art right away!!

pairing: jungkook | reader, past yoongi | reader 
genre: angst with bits of fluff
word count: 29.885
warnings: none

Min Yoongi leads Earth with a stern hand and a pair of cold eyes. You lead a withered space station that’s been losing hope for years, mind tired and heart torn. Jeon Jungkook is no more than a broken soldier who’s slowly losing his humanity, but his longing for the rain keeps him tied to the ground.

Three paths converge again when the two worlds clash, and as precarious as they were, it does not stop you from falling in love for a second time.


You are just eight years old when you look at Earth’s sky for the first time.

Though you are considered an observant child, you are still too young to understand the underlying meaning of your actions. Your eyes only see an unexplored vastness, infinite and alluring, undiscerning of the coiling tendrils that precariously tie two worlds together — yours, and Min Yoongi’s.

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anonymous asked:

Can you plz do #16 :)

List of prompts

Send me a number

16 ~ Don’t fucking touch me!

“Hey everyone! Hey, we have some news…”

He’s engaged. He’s getting married. He’s getting married to someone else. She feels sick, like all the feelings she’d repressed up to this point were at boiling point and were ready to spill over. She needs to get out, she needs to go home, so she does. She leaves a fleeting kiss on his cheek and a quick congratulations to the oh so happy couple and then she’s gone.


“What was that?”

Her front door is flung open and she knows it’s him. Not only because he’s yelling but because he’s the only other one who has a key.

“Harry…”

“No! What was that? You find out I’m engaged and all I get is a ‘I’m so happy for you’ and then you run out of the restaurant? Maybe we should go back and check, I think the you shaped cloud of smoke might still be there.”

“Well why wouldn’t you tell me? I’m your best friend and you don’t even tell me when you’re planning on fucking proposing? A little heads up would’ve been nice H.”

“That’s why you left? Because I wanted to surprised you? I’m so sorry okay? I mean damn is it too much to ask that you don’t think of yourself for once and maybe just be happy for me?”

She doesn’t answer straight away. Settles for staring at him with a look he hasn’t seen from her before. She’s hurt and she’s angry. She’s so angry. How dare he think she wasn’t happy for him? How dare he think she has ever put her self first when it comes to him?

“Get out.”

“Excuse me”

“Get out Harry! I don’t want you here! You really think I’m not happy for you? You think I’m mad because you didn’t tell me? Are you that oblivious?”

She’s never been this angry before, never at him, and it scares him because he has no idea what she’s talking about. All he knows is that his best friend is mad at him, like really mad, and he doesn’t know how to fix it.

“Hey- hey! Calm down okay? I’m not going anywhere. Talk to me, what’s got you like this? Never seen you so mad before.” His voice is soft now and it’s going straight to her head and all she can think is ‘I bet her talks to his fiance like this too’. He’s reaching his hand out to rub her arm as a comfort but as soon as she feels it she’s flinching away from his touch.

Don’t fucking touch me! Okay just don’t touch me right now” She’s yelling now and his hands go up in surrender.

“Okay, okay I’m not touching you. Can you tell me what’s wrong? I can’t fix anything if I don’t know what’s happened?”

“You can’t fix this Harry! You can’t, I don’t want you to. You’re so happy with her and I can’t ruin that for you.”

“What? Is this about my relationship? You’re this angry because I’m engaged? Do you not like her? If you didn’t like her you could’ve just told me-”

“This isn’t about me not liking her H. She’s perfect, she’s beautiful and kind and funny and I’ve seen how you look are her. How could I not like someone who makes you look at them like that?”

“Well then what is this about? How are you going to ruin this for me?”

“I love you, you idiot! I am so damn in love with you and it hurts. I love you and it hurts because you love her and I’m watching you love her and I just-” She’s cut off by a sob that’s been stuck in her throat since he walked into the restaurant with his fiance on his arm and it’s breaking his heart to see her fall apart because of him. “I just can’t watch you love her anymore.”

His eyes soften as her words do. Her voice now broken with a bittersweet softness to it. He’s reaching out for her again, cupping her face in his hands and brushing away mascara tinted tears off of flushed cheeks. She doesn’t push him away this time. She should, she knows she should, but his hands are warm and they feel an awful lot like home and she’s just too exhausted.

“Oh sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“You’ve been so happy with her H. You called me after your first date with her and told me that this was the girl you were going to marry. And now you are. I couldn’t take that away from you.” He’s pulling her into his chest, she’s gripping his shirt in fists and he’s sighing. What does he say to that? What can he say to that? She’s been so hopelessly in love with him and she hasn’t said anything because she cares more about his happiness than her own? How do you respond to that?

He can hear her shaky breaths and he can feel shirt getting damper and it makes his own eyes well with tears. This is his fault. He did this. He was so preoccupied with trying to get rid of his own feeling that he didn’t stop to notice that she was doing the exact same thing. And now she’s broken. He broke her.

“I think you should to go.” Her voice is almost a whisper and they hadn’t been so close he would’ve missed it, he heard though and he’s pulling away from her in disbelief.

“What?”

“I really think you should go home now. You have a fiance and she’s probably missing you and you need to-”

She’s interrupted by him pressing his mouth to hers and her head goes quiet for the first time all night. She would give anything to stay in this moment but she can’t because she’s so aware that he isn’t hers.

“Har- Harry we can’t. You’re getting married we can’t do this.” She’s pushing him away. She’s played this scenario over in her head countless times and not once did she push him away. Her unsteady fingertips are on her lips because she can still taste him like he was still there and god how she wishes he was still there and he’s watching her, silently, his heart is racing a million miles a minute and all he can focus on is how kissing his soon to be wife never made him feel as complete as kissing his best friend just did.

“I can’t marry her…” Her head shot up, surely she hadn’t heard him right.

“What? Harry no, you love her! I’m sorry, I never should have said anything, I’m so sorry.”

“No… No I don’t, I can’t. I can’t marry her. Hell, I can’t even kiss her again after that. Don’t be sorry, please don’t be sorry. This isn’t your fault. I can’t-” He sighs, runs his hand over his face and lets his eyes settle on her shocked frame that’s clinging to his every word.

“I can’t marry her when I’m in love with you.”

Fact 3

During the Stolen Century, Magnus died 19 times, Merle died 57 times, and Taako died 8 times.

Following that, during the Eleventh Hour, they died an extra 11 more times, making their updated death count to Magnus at 32, Merle at 68 and Taako at 19.

Also, adding onto that, Magnus died 2 more times, one being the part where his soul was forced out of his soul (Episode 56, Time 51:26) and the part where his mannequin body was destroyed by the Hunger (Episode 59, Time: 1:02:39), meaning that Magnus’ current death count is at 34, which is half of Merle’s death count.

Other notable things and thoughts about this topic:

  • When comparing the Boys’ deaths between The Stolen Century and The Eleventh Hour, Merle (57 > 11) and Magnus (19 > 11) gain less deaths in comparison while Taako (8 < 11) gains more.
  • Magnus is the only one with a canonically stated age (32), meaning that, unless you added the extra 99 or less years from TSC, his current death count is higher then his age.
  • Lup, Lucretia, Barry and Davenport do not have explicit death counts, however, if one gives a general estimate based on those character’s demeanor and already given deaths, it could be assumed that Lup and Barry would have a considerably high death rate (somewhere inbetween Magnus’ and Merle’s TSC death rates) and that Davenport and Lucretia would have considerably low death counts (somewhere near to Taako’s TSC death rate.)
    • The pod would take approx. 4 months to charge (if it’s stats were based off of the spell Clone) and given Barry’s… tendencies to die easily, as he probably has wizard stats in terms of health, he probably died around 3-4 times a year. 
      • You can do the math from there.
  • Lucretia has not yet had an explicit death. 
    • Personally, at where we currently are, I want that fact to stay a fact.
  • Despite the fact that Taako and Lup are twins, and ignoring the fact that one of them would technically be the older one at birth, if you removed the time from when they where dead/a lich/whatever else could have happened to them during TSC, Taako should probably be considered the eldest based on time spent alive.
    • Based on Lup’s whole entire demeanor and her tendencies, there is statistically no way that Lup’s death count would be lower than 15, let alone 7, and even if it was, she was a lich for 10-12 years. She’s still technically dead right now. 
  • Every day I am amazed that Taako’s death rate is so low, considering that he has a tendency to be near death or at risk of dying more than the other characters.
    • I may even do a post based off of that in the future.
Sojiro Shimada headcanons
  • he has an older sister who ran off with a lover when they were young. She visits sometimes to give his kids too much sugar and encourage them to do wild shit like express themselves. Of course you can finger paint on the walls Genji.
  • He liked sweets he kept a stash in his office.
  • God damn he loved his wife
  • it was a kind of business marriage, probably arranged for him, but they were lucky and fell in love. She was super funny?? It surprised him she seemed so quiet and reserved in meetings between their families he was not expecting dick jokes on the first date
  • They worked wonderfully together, he was a practical businessman and she was ruthlessly clever and charismatic. A perfect team the family had never done better. 
  • She died having Genji. His father never blamed him though. 
  • God damn he loved his kids!
  • He was always busy but still a damn good dad. He never ignored his kids and tried not to tell them “not now” if he could help it. He took every opportunity he possibly could to go out and do fun kid stuff with them. He’d do Hanzo’s hair for him and help him with his homework. He’d let Genji paint his nails and scribble on papers he didn’t need, just please, not the walls again.(Hanzo’s responsible attitude developed quite early. Think like, 4 years old following Genji while he crawls around, just kinda herding him away from things he shouldn’t touch. Probably making a face and sighing like he’s too old and tired for this, even tho he is doing it completely by his own will.This was helpful for poor busy dad.)
  • He told his kids stories before bed almost every night. Even when it was just Hanzo. When they were a little older and he pulled that “once there were two dragons who were grounded because they stayed out past curfew” Genji told him he should have ditched the family and written children’s stories. He low key liked the idea. 
  • There’s a picture of his wife on his nightstand and he talks to her sometimes. About things that are stressing him out, about how smart Hanzo is or how Genji looks exactly like her. 
  • He tried not to put excessive pressure on Hanzo, but Hanzo would just make up for it by putting pressure on himself. This is a little bit frustrating, he doesn’t wanna say, “maybe you shouldn’t aim so high”, but he hates to see Hanzo so stressed out trying to reach the bars he set for himself. He appreciates that Genji seems to take care of and support his brother, tho. 
  • He never pushed Genji to accept his role as heir to the family, but he did try to convince his son that there was a nobility in what they did. Even if they dealt in weapons and drugs and death, they provided jobs and second chances to unfortunate people, they were fair with their justice and they protected their city. 
  • He was constantly at odds with his wife’s older and younger brothers, who joined the family’s council of elders when they married into the family. The pair of them were greedy and underhanded and blamed Genji for the death of their sister. They went behind his back and gave the poor kid shit all the time.
  • He always has been and would still be very proud of his kids.
Not in that, you aren’t.

Hi! This is something different. Not requested nor is it DC! I watched Spiderman last night and I am absolutely in love with Peter Parker and I am so glad he has his own movie so I went ahead and wrote an imagine about him! No spoilers though so if you have yet to watch, it’s alright to read this too!

Hope you enjoy this and if you came here for the DC content, do not worry! I will continue to work on the requests as much as I can. That aside, current requests are down to 30+ now so it will not be long until I can open requests again!

[TWO][THREE]


“Peter?”

He freezes the moment he hears his name falling from your lips. It is a habit that is somewhat hard for him to break – reacting to his name.

“Y-you must be mistaken, uh,” He turns to face you, shaking his head.

You frown, momentarily forgetting about the scare you just had as you continue to stare at the very familiar figure of Spiderman. You step forwards and he falters, taking a step back. “You can hide those ears you have, Peter, but you definitely cannot hide that ass of yours.”

Peter stares at you and underneath the mask, his mouth is hanging open and there is a blush on his cheeks – did you just compliment his ass? Somehow Peter is attempting to wrap his around this whole thing. So he tries to play it cool instead.

“I have absolutely no clue as to what you are talking about.” Peter says hoping he would sound convincing enough but judging from the expression on your face, he probably did not sound convincing at all.

“Have you ever considered getting something that will make your voice change its pitch?” You frown, staring straight at him, trying to ignore the fact that in this beautifully made suit, Peter looks extremely lean, fit and sexy. The suit definitely highlights how attractive his body is.

Peter almost stumbles backwards as he laughs humorlessly. “I am not fooling anyone, am I?” He resigns after a few seconds of staring at you. There is that look of determination on your face. Peter knows he probably will not be able to convince you otherwise.

You shrug, tilting your head to the side to fully look at Peter. You had an inkling that he had been Spiderman because of how every single time he disappears, Spiderman seems to appear and there had also been a few instances too but you never really entertained that thought too much. Now that you are standing in front of him, you definitely should trust your gut feelings a little bit more.

“I mean I can’t really say I am speaking for anyone but I pay attention to you, Peter, a whole lot.” Your cheeks flush red the moment you register what you have just said and you open and close your mouth a couple of times. “I probably should not have said that.” You trail off. Of all the times for your brain-to-mouth filter to fail, it had to be right now.

Peter flushes under the mask and he clears his throat. He feels a little bit shy because of your comment. “Y-you pay attention to me?” In hindsight he probably should have just brought you to somewhere safe and then leave you be but now it is definitely too late to regret his life choices.

You nod your head shyly.

“Oh.” Peter rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Yeah.”

The two of you stayed quiet for a few minutes after that, just avoiding each other’s eyes and feeling all awkward and shy. Though in all honesty, the silence is not unwelcome. You are only startle out of the comfortable silence when you can hear the sirens of the police cars in the distance.

Peter heads towards the direction of the sound but pauses before turning back to look at you. “Y/N?”

You look at him expectantly. “Yeah?”

Peter clears his throat a few times before looking at you straight in the eyes. “Would you, I mean, I am not going to force you or anything but would you want to go for dinner, or lunch or breakfast – whenever you are free – “

You immediately place a hand over Peter’s mouth, grinning at him shyly. “Yes, of course, I would love that, Peter. We can go for whenever is convenient with you.” You tell him before realizing that you are covering his mouth. So you quickly pull your hand back and give him a sheepish smile. “Sorry.”

Peter shakes his head, trying his hardest to keep calm. “It’s alright, yeah.” He nods his head before turning to look in the direction of the police sirens again. “Do you need help to get down, Y/N?” He asks you as he turns back to look at you and you let out a small chuckle before nodding your head.

“Yeah, I think I should probably let you know now that I am highly afraid of heights which is why I have yet to move much from this spot.” Your knees are literally shaking even though you aren’t that far up in the air. Peter chuckles before nodding his head as he gathers you in his arms – you blush at this – and helps you down from the building.

“Be safe, Spiderman.” You tell Peter just as he releases you gently on to the ground. Seeing as you suddenly have this sudden burst of confidence – Peter is also wearing his mask so it helps – you lean forward to press a kiss on his cheek. Pulling away, you definitely know that your face is most likely red right now. “See you.” You give Peter one last shy look before walking away.

Peter is left standing there, a little bit taken aback by your bold moves but he definitely could not stop himself from feeling giddy and smiling widely. Though his happiness had to be cut short when he is reminded of the crime that is taking place when a police car drove by, flashing lights.

“Uh Oh.”